Jake tried to sleep, first kicking off the blankets, turning the air down as low as he could get it, and finally covering back up. Leon wasn't in so there was no one to complain if he tried to get the room as chilly as home.

He had not been able to get much time alone with Sherry since they'd left the Middle East. He wasn't sure if that was by design or just rotten bad luck. He hated the way they were treating her though. Jake had seen Sherry battle through countless hordes of J'Avo. Why were they so protective of her now? There was something they weren't telling him yet. He meant to get Sherry alone so he could ask her face to face. Sherry wasn't able to keep secrets. She had the worst poker face he'd ever seen.

Jake was stretched out on his Queen sized bed half dozed when he heard he heard Sherry start to scream.

"What the hell?" He grabbed his side arm from the night stand, rolled out of bed, ran and grabbed the door knob that led to the adjoining the room and threw the door open gun up and ready to meet whatever threat was in the room.

Claire pulled her gun on him clearly startled by his sudden appearance. With a flick of his wrist, and small amount of annoyance, he disarmed her, only half paying attention to her and looking around the room. Claire never even had a chance to pull the trigger. She was momentarily shocked by how quickly it had happened and how he had dismissed her just as fast.

He turned to Sherry tossing Claire's glock back at her as he did so. She caught it and aimed it at his broad shoulders, but he made no further move toward her.

Sherry was laying in her bed, tangled in her blankets, crying out in her sleep.

"What's going on?" He said whispering, placing his own sidearm on the night stand next to Sherry's bed and standing over her worry and concern on his face.

Claire was stunned for a moment. She was still having a hard time reconciling the fact that this was Albert Wesker's son and he genuinely seemed to care about Sherry. He ignored the fact that she was still aiming a gun at him.

Slowly she lowered the and placed it back into the nightstand next to her bed. He wasn't a threat, she admitted to herself. At least not at the moment.

"You both were experimented on, well I'm assuming you know she heals." Claire said getting up to stand next to him.

"Yeah? So?" Jake wasn't sure where she was going with this, although a deep suspicion began to grow in the back of his mind. Claire only confirmed it.

"Well, they took it further with her, cut her to see how far she could heal. They never gave her any painkillers. Before you both got out, they were basically torturing her physically over and over to see how far she could come back from."

Jake shuddered, suddenly nauseous. He remembered pulling shrapnel from her back believing at the time that she would bleed to death, and her cries of pain as the wound closed over. The amount of blood that had leached out of her then, he was so sure she was going to die and leave him alone in the snow. To put her through that repeatedly on purpose made his blood boil.

"She never mentioned it." He said, watching Sherry twist and turn in her sleep. The truth was Sherry had never had the time to talk about what happened to her, she'd been brief when he asked her about it. Saying it was just as "shitty" the second time around. There wasn't time to be more specific. He'd had his blood drawn more times than he could count, but he didn't endure anything near what she had gone through. They'd escaped and then separated by the necessity to keep him a secret. They never discussed what they'd put her through. He wished they had.

His hands were in fists at his sides clenching and unclenching. Claire had taken a step back from him.

And then Sherry started calling his name. "Jake! Where are you?"

This was too damn much.

"Don't wake her!" Claire whispered, grabbing his arm as he started forward. "The dreams just start over again if you do, as soon as she goes to sleep. This is what it is like every night for her."

"Every night?" He paused. How the hell was she holding it together? He watched her twist again and then started forward shaking Claire off his arm. "Look lady, that is MY name she's calling. And if she needs me, she's getting me. Trust me I owe her that much."

"But—"

"No freakin' buts—" Jake lay down next to Sherry, ignoring Claire completely, and took both of Sherry's thrashing arms in his. "Super girl I'm here," he said into her ear, "and I'm never leaving you. It's all right." He'd never comforted anyone this way before and it felt awkward.

"Jake...you're ok." Sherry whispered, she stopped thrashing and relaxed against him but she didn't wake up. She was drenched but Jake pretended not to notice. He debated on turning the AC in this room down again, but he didn't want to wake Sherry up.

Claire watched this scene unfold with mixed emotions. She still couldn't get over the same features that Jake and Wesker shared. The long nose, chin, and thin lips. Same blue eyes, but Jake had red hair to Wesker's blond. A long scar marked his left cheek. That his life had been hard there was no doubt. She would have to ask Leon to fill her in about it.

"You should have come back with her." She whispered from behind him.

I would have if I had known. He thought. "...and you'd have welcomed me with open arms?" Jake snapped over his shoulder. "Sherry knew what she was doing. Apparently she was right. Besides, the only good Wesker is a dead Wesker, right?" He dropped his head down and didn't say another word. He didn't bother to look at her or even care if she was still in the room. Sherry had wrapped an arm around his chest and he wasn't about to wake her now that she was quiet. He curled around her on top of the blankets taking care not to crush her.

Claire was silent. She went to his bed and grabbed his blanket came back and draped it over him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sure, whatever, my father was a dick. I get that." said Jake closing his eyes. He was exhausted, suffering way too much jet lag, and way too comfortable at the moment to do anything else but drop to sleep himself.

Sherry what the hell did they do to you? He found himself wondering.